Diary of a teenager III - My cousin Luciano
For those of you who don't know me, my name is Marcelo I am from São Paulo 42 years old dark brown light gray hair height 1.81 kg greenish-brown eyes married and sexually well resolved although i like to fuck with some friends men do not feel any desire to dress or behave as a woman in my daily life i love my wife and we get along very well in bed even though she doesnt know that i also like what she likes.
In the previous story I was narrating a time when my cousin, much older than me and who lived in another neighborhood, "discovered" that I used to fuck some boys from my street where I live and decided he would also eat me; which ended up happening for both of us.
We were studying in nearby colleges and one day we met on the street, he asked if I could help him with a cleaning that was going to be done in his room that afternoon.
I've always been very solicitous and never refused any help that was within my reach, and for this cousin it was difficult to refuse a request: at the time he was 17 years old, blond, 170 cm tall, blue eyes, an athletic type with gentle speech which won over people; in fact, even today he is like that. Every time we're at family reunions, I get a chill in the back and my ass is already blinking.
I agreed to go over there after lunch and arrived at 2 p.m., when my uncles were out of town, leaving us alone in the house.
We went to his room and began arranging some things, but I could not understand the concern he was having because my aunt had been very strict about cleanliness and order in the house and his bedroom set an example for all of us.
After about 30 minutes, he pretended to put something in the closet and came up behind me with a roll on my ass.
He put his mouth next to my ear and spoke softly, in that velvety voice:
I've heard that you are a delight and your ass is very hot and has been driving the neighborhood girl crazy.
I told him it wasn't true and that he had nothing to do with this. And then I asked who said it, but he didn't answer me. He just said we knew it was true and started waving his hand up my ass.
I asked him to stop, but he was determined and said that he too had wanted to eat me for a long time. He just didn't have the opportunity to do it yet. And this is an excellent chance because we would be having fun all afternoon.
I said no, but he insisted so much that in the end I accepted. A little apprehensive because he was a lot bigger than the boys with whom I used to fuck. He took my hand and put it on his trousers. His roll seemed larger than those of Ricardo and Marcos, my friends from the street, and I told him I didn't know if I could bear carrying all this up your ass.
He told me to be reassured that he would take good care of me, said it was our secret and no one will know anything.
He took me to the bathroom, he removed my clothes and put me in a shower. He knew exactly what I was doing and after soaping me well started sticking his finger with soap on my butt and said that it would make you very clean. My whole body trembled in a mixture of pleasure and anxiety.
After I had wiped myself, he took off his clothes and sat down on the toilet. Only then did I have an exact idea of what was waiting for me: a roll about sixteen centimeters long and very thick with protruding veins and a swollen red head. At that moment I ended up trembling even more and tried to convince him to let me just suck some drinks, I promised it would be fun, but he said this could wait until later.
He asked me to sit on his dick and after licking my ass full of spit I started going down, but it wouldn't fit because it was too big.
He went to the kitchen and came back with a jar of margarine.
He walked on my ass and his dick, told me to relax and sit down slowly until I got used to the size and thickness of it.
After a while, I got used to it and started riding on that roller. He would squeeze my ass and occasionally pat me so I'd relax and I clutched at his neck like he was his girlfriend. I confess I wanted to kiss him but resisted the temptation. After some time he said he was going to make fun of me and felt a hot jet coming into my butt and down through my legs.
My ass was on fire, and I didn't know if I could get up from there.
He took me in his arms as if I were a helpless child and led me to his room.
We rested for a while and it didn't take long to get me in the chicken position on my bed, saying that I wanted to have the pleasure of watching his dick go up and down my ass and start eating me again.
This time we were exhausted and I with my tail that looked like it had been put into a fire so hot.
We stayed asleep until about 5:00 and when we woke up he said, "Now you can give me that blowjob you promised.
He laid on the bed and asked me to give him a nice treat that I wouldn't regret.
I put his dick in my mouth and he was "guiding" me on how to do it so that I wouldn't forget about the sucking again. I licked from balls up to head, and when I got there he would ask for a few bites then let go all at once. It must have been like 15 minutes of this blowing. Every now and then he took his stick out of my mouth, smoothed my face, mouth, eyes, forehead and since I was already full of honey the feeling was tremendous, making me enjoy myself while sucking that wonderful roll. His dick was pounding in my mouth, and I'd already gotten a gag because it was too big and I had to make an enormous effort to swallow the whole thing down, but compensation came at the end: a jet of shit that flooded everything - mouth, face, chest.
After that joke we stopped for good the other day. He told me he had just made up a story about how I was giving it to my friends and no one really said anything to him, but that he wanted to eat me very badly and had already punched many hands thinking of me after this declaration "love" without asking fall on his dick again and cleaned everything out i looked like a little whore in his bed never imagined myself in such situation with him
For four years, we treated our meeting as if it were part of a ritual. At least once a month we would break class and meet up with each other, and the sequence was always the same: sitting on his lap and riding his roller coaster after four in bed and finally that blowjob which he himself assured me would be unforgettable. And how is this memorable but at college he met the one who will become his wife and no longer say anything about what happened between us because he had said it's going to be our secret and has been so until today? No one, not my wife or his... nor any of our relatives and mutual friends has the slightest idea that these trances were going on between us.
Now you can understand why I get a chill in my back every time I see him and always wonder if he's gonna want to eat me again.
Next time I will tell you about my experience with an American named Vince, who had come to Brazil intending to spend a few months teaching English privately but ended up falling in love with the land and its people and decided to settle here permanently.
We're in a retrospective of experiments, so we will soon arrive at the present day.
If you'd like to write me, feel free - we may not do the same.
In the previous story I was narrating a time when my cousin, much older than me and who lived in another neighborhood, "discovered" that I used to fuck some boys from my street where I live and decided he would also eat me; which ended up happening for both of us.
We were studying in nearby colleges and one day we met on the street, he asked if I could help him with a cleaning that was going to be done in his room that afternoon.
I've always been very solicitous and never refused any help that was within my reach, and for this cousin it was difficult to refuse a request: at the time he was 17 years old, blond, 170 cm tall, blue eyes, an athletic type with gentle speech which won over people; in fact, even today he is like that. Every time we're at family reunions, I get a chill in the back and my ass is already blinking.
I agreed to go over there after lunch and arrived at 2 p.m., when my uncles were out of town, leaving us alone in the house.
We went to his room and began arranging some things, but I could not understand the concern he was having because my aunt had been very strict about cleanliness and order in the house and his bedroom set an example for all of us.
After about 30 minutes, he pretended to put something in the closet and came up behind me with a roll on my ass.
He put his mouth next to my ear and spoke softly, in that velvety voice:
I've heard that you are a delight and your ass is very hot and has been driving the neighborhood girl crazy.
I told him it wasn't true and that he had nothing to do with this. And then I asked who said it, but he didn't answer me. He just said we knew it was true and started waving his hand up my ass.
I asked him to stop, but he was determined and said that he too had wanted to eat me for a long time. He just didn't have the opportunity to do it yet. And this is an excellent chance because we would be having fun all afternoon.
I said no, but he insisted so much that in the end I accepted. A little apprehensive because he was a lot bigger than the boys with whom I used to fuck. He took my hand and put it on his trousers. His roll seemed larger than those of Ricardo and Marcos, my friends from the street, and I told him I didn't know if I could bear carrying all this up your ass.
He told me to be reassured that he would take good care of me, said it was our secret and no one will know anything.
He took me to the bathroom, he removed my clothes and put me in a shower. He knew exactly what I was doing and after soaping me well started sticking his finger with soap on my butt and said that it would make you very clean. My whole body trembled in a mixture of pleasure and anxiety.
After I had wiped myself, he took off his clothes and sat down on the toilet. Only then did I have an exact idea of what was waiting for me: a roll about sixteen centimeters long and very thick with protruding veins and a swollen red head. At that moment I ended up trembling even more and tried to convince him to let me just suck some drinks, I promised it would be fun, but he said this could wait until later.
He asked me to sit on his dick and after licking my ass full of spit I started going down, but it wouldn't fit because it was too big.
He went to the kitchen and came back with a jar of margarine.
He walked on my ass and his dick, told me to relax and sit down slowly until I got used to the size and thickness of it.
After a while, I got used to it and started riding on that roller. He would squeeze my ass and occasionally pat me so I'd relax and I clutched at his neck like he was his girlfriend. I confess I wanted to kiss him but resisted the temptation. After some time he said he was going to make fun of me and felt a hot jet coming into my butt and down through my legs.
My ass was on fire, and I didn't know if I could get up from there.
He took me in his arms as if I were a helpless child and led me to his room.
We rested for a while and it didn't take long to get me in the chicken position on my bed, saying that I wanted to have the pleasure of watching his dick go up and down my ass and start eating me again.
This time we were exhausted and I with my tail that looked like it had been put into a fire so hot.
We stayed asleep until about 5:00 and when we woke up he said, "Now you can give me that blowjob you promised.
He laid on the bed and asked me to give him a nice treat that I wouldn't regret.
I put his dick in my mouth and he was "guiding" me on how to do it so that I wouldn't forget about the sucking again. I licked from balls up to head, and when I got there he would ask for a few bites then let go all at once. It must have been like 15 minutes of this blowing. Every now and then he took his stick out of my mouth, smoothed my face, mouth, eyes, forehead and since I was already full of honey the feeling was tremendous, making me enjoy myself while sucking that wonderful roll. His dick was pounding in my mouth, and I'd already gotten a gag because it was too big and I had to make an enormous effort to swallow the whole thing down, but compensation came at the end: a jet of shit that flooded everything - mouth, face, chest.
After that joke we stopped for good the other day. He told me he had just made up a story about how I was giving it to my friends and no one really said anything to him, but that he wanted to eat me very badly and had already punched many hands thinking of me after this declaration "love" without asking fall on his dick again and cleaned everything out i looked like a little whore in his bed never imagined myself in such situation with him
For four years, we treated our meeting as if it were part of a ritual. At least once a month we would break class and meet up with each other, and the sequence was always the same: sitting on his lap and riding his roller coaster after four in bed and finally that blowjob which he himself assured me would be unforgettable. And how is this memorable but at college he met the one who will become his wife and no longer say anything about what happened between us because he had said it's going to be our secret and has been so until today? No one, not my wife or his... nor any of our relatives and mutual friends has the slightest idea that these trances were going on between us.
Now you can understand why I get a chill in my back every time I see him and always wonder if he's gonna want to eat me again.
Next time I will tell you about my experience with an American named Vince, who had come to Brazil intending to spend a few months teaching English privately but ended up falling in love with the land and its people and decided to settle here permanently.
We're in a retrospective of experiments, so we will soon arrive at the present day.
If you'd like to write me, feel free - we may not do the same.
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